Frank, I thank you! I’m so happy you enjoyed it. This poem was a children’s poem written from a child’s point of view. All my children’s poetry is from a child’s point of view.
Thank you for saying that, Rod. Little Amity was so broken at the loss of her grandmother and she made writing it a labor of love for me after she told me all about her gramma. When I gave her the finished poem, she hugged me and it was such a sweet moment.
So tender and sweet. I wear an apron when I cook. And when I do my stain glass. My youngest grandson 9 loves it when he comes over and sees me wearing it, because he knows I will end up baking cookies for us.
Awww, that’s so sweet, Kathleen. You’re making a memory for him.
There’s just something so homey and comforting about a “Gramma” Apron. I remember my Gramma’s apron, too. She always had homemade caramels in her pockets for us. I used to love hearing her stories about growing up.
Tender sweet and loving ,is Grandmas apron . Smelling all she is cooking up in heaven . Great poem C J . hugs and love to you and family
Thank you, Mitch. Yes, I agree. God is probably loving her cooking and baking! That woman could cook!
hugs and much love to you and you kids.
Substack needs more poetry like this, with rhyme and meter, even if relaxed a bit. Easy and delightful to read. Thank you.
Frank, I thank you! I’m so happy you enjoyed it. This poem was a children’s poem written from a child’s point of view. All my children’s poetry is from a child’s point of view.
Yes, I could sense that. That’s what makes it so appropriate.
It’s such a beautiful remembrance and a look into the magic of grandmothers everywhere, C.J.
Thank you for saying that, Rod. Little Amity was so broken at the loss of her grandmother and she made writing it a labor of love for me after she told me all about her gramma. When I gave her the finished poem, she hugged me and it was such a sweet moment.
The greatest gift to this little girl! ❤️
Thank you, Wen. She did appreciate the poem and I was thrilled.
Beautiful, sad and gentle, all at once C.J 💜
I’m happy you understood the poem! It is both sad and gentle.
Thank you!
❤️
So tender and sweet. I wear an apron when I cook. And when I do my stain glass. My youngest grandson 9 loves it when he comes over and sees me wearing it, because he knows I will end up baking cookies for us.
Awww, that’s so sweet, Kathleen. You’re making a memory for him.
There’s just something so homey and comforting about a “Gramma” Apron. I remember my Gramma’s apron, too. She always had homemade caramels in her pockets for us. I used to love hearing her stories about growing up.